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BBC stole my wife on my birthday
My thirtieth birthday was supposed to be perfect. I invited friends to our cozy home. My wife Helen was bustling around the kitchen in a tight red dress. Helen is a 28-year-old blonde with a beautiful figure, a narrow waist, and full breasts. My old friend Max stood out among all the guests. We used to go swimming together.
Max is a muscular, black giant with a wide smile and charisma that makes women melt. We joked, drank beer, and grilled steaks. The party was amazing. Everyone was having a great time. And my wife slightly tipsy was twirling in the center of the living room.
Then Max approached her with a glass. Apparently, he whispered to her something like «You look stunning, baby.» She giggled, and he placed his hand on her thigh. She didn’t pull away. I noticed, but thought it was friendly flirting, nothing serious.
The guests left late that night. But Max stayed to help clean up. Yes, of course, I thought. But I didn’t know what awaited me! I was tired from the booze and lay down on the sofa in the living room, supposedly taking a nap. Then I fell asleep.
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Hot days with our neighbor
My wife Jennifer is a stunner. She’s tall, blonde, with ample boobs and a perky butt. We knew she drove everyone crazy in our quiet suburb. We’d been married for ten years, and our life was perfect. I’m a successful manager, often away on business trips for weeks at a time. And she’s a housewife who misses real male attention. But I’m not jealous. On the contrary, the thought of someone else satisfying her while I’m out of town turns me on like crazy.
Our neighbor Austin is a tall, muscular black man, a former athlete. He’s in his thirties and works as a mechanic. Austin is divorced, so he lives alone. We met at a barbecue. Later, I noticed my wife blushing at his jokes.
One day I saw them through the window returning early from a trip. Austin was in our yard, and Jennifer, in a bikini, seemed to accidentally drop a towel. Her nipples are sticking out, she’s giggling, and he’s already putting his hand on her thigh.
Since then, it’s become a tradition. When I go on business trips, I tell my wife she can have fun to the fullest. And our neighbor will keep her company. I don’t mind. After all, I get turned on by it. That’s why we have security cameras at home. So I started watching the footage in the hotel jerking off to my wife’s moans.
(more…) A fit wife loves to ride a black cock
Gabriella has always been my pride and joy. She’s athletic, toned, and has a perfect figure, which she maintains with exercise. One day, I went away on a week-long business trip leaving her alone in our large house. Well, I didn’t realize back then that my wife loves to ride a black cock.
James entered her life a month ago. A tall, muscular black man, he’s a professional fitness trainer. And Gabi hired him for personal training in our home gym. «He knows how to get the most out of me!» she boasted. I didn’t mind, I trusted her completely.
That evening, after I flew out, she called James: «Come over, the house is empty. I want an intense workout.» So He arrived an hour later wearing tight shorts that accentuated his powerful thighs and the bulge in his groin. «Ready to sweat, baby?» he chuckled taking off his T-shirt.
His torso glistened, his broad chest, his sculpted abs, the tattoos on his arms. Then they started with a warm-up. My wife was wearing a tiny top and leggings that hugged her firm butt. James stood behind her adjusting her squat posture. His large black hands rested on her hips.
BBCs love BBW
My girlfriend Erica is a curvy beauty. She has wide hips, full tits and a soft belly. She worked in the office of a large company, where among her colleagues were several black guys from Africa, exchange students. I knew they flirted with her, and it turned me on. Erica and I had long discussed fantasies about cuckolding and hotwifes. I wanted her to enjoy other men and then tell me everything in detail.
Then I told her that if that happened, I wouldn’t mind. And she smiled and kissed me. It all started on a Friday evening. Erica called and said she’d be late for a company party. Her colleagues were going to a bar after work. So, I just smiled into the phone and told her she could enjoy the evening.
And then she returned home after midnight, her cheeks flushed, her hair disheveled. I whispered to her to tell me what had happened. Then Erica sat on the edge of the bed, her thick thighs parted slightly, and I saw her skirt ride up revealing red finger marks on her skin.
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